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POEM: Demons on the half shell

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By Saturday, Apr 6, 2019 Arts & Entertainment

Long ago in the past few seconds
When VU’s Oh! Sweet Nuthin’ was shooting up in our veins
The shells we hid captured a vacant parking lot
Crippled in cures
Then a body
Then Us

Long ago in the past last relapse
When Joan Jett re rendered Crimson and Clover
This smokin’ grill seemed alive with garlic and lemon
Then a body
Then Us

Before abstract thoughts
Scattered about a windy Chimes Street
onto concrete steps laced with gumbo
Mysterious laced in new temptations echoed
Then a body
Then Us

Long ago chasing a riddle called love
So vague clarity sent the crackers tasting as pure silver
Melted on your breath in a heap in a bathroom
I swore I would kill you if you ever died again
Then a body
Then Us

Long ago climbing awkward yet charged
Across this levee crisscrossed by a thunder sky
River ripples eclipse cosmic pillars of the universe
Our slugging heartbeats overdose
Once again with fingers twitching
Both in one body
Then Us

Long ago same day this time around
Scars of life mirror sweet nothings
Compared to the stains of deception
Wrapped around a flashing red light
An inward standstill meshed backwards
Both in one body
Then Us

Long ago kinda like today
Demons dance on the half shell
And like it or not we continue to drink from the same salted cup
Toe tapping perhaps to Lonesome Sundown
Yes toe tapping under the sheltering shade of swaying banana leaves
Both in one body
Before returning
Once again
To Us

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